DJ Chris Live @ Harukaze

In one of the early years of this century, I dj'ed at Yoyogi Park's annual Harukaze open air festival... This was the opening set of one of those occasions. Starting deep and slow. it builds to an intensity suitable for segue into the full-on set of DJ Minoru.

MELATONIC - Mix by DJChris

The middle portion of this mix is quite high-intensity, and it mellows out for the final quarter... MELATONIC

Dance to title song of Pennies From Heaven

Remarkably supple dancing...

Entheogen: Awakening the Divine Within [Full Film]

Aardman's The Presentaters

Time Lapse - Mostly Nature

Nuclear Waste Into Eternity

Taking the form of a message addressed to people of the future, this documentary makes the clear the virtually eternal nature of the nuclear contamination problem.

The voice of a neighbour, heard almost every day...

What kind of creature is this?

ISLAND HOPPING - A DJChris Mix

xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'>So-titled because of the scattering of ethnic-flavoured pieces throughout,  but it's not as purely ethnochill a mix as the title might suggest, ranging from ambient to moderately full-on.

EXCURSIONS IN AMBIENCE

Here's a mix made some time ago of favourite tracks from the CD series "Excursions In Ambience". It has a distinctly ethnic flavour, but not exclusively...

Maharaja Palace Rules

The Maharaja Palace was a notorious guest house in Tokyo in the 1990s, occupied mainly by trance party lovers, who had an ambiguous, to say the least, relationship with the almost absentee management. This is a parody of the Maharaja Palace Rules which I wrote and distributed to all the rooms in the middle of one dark and potentially stormy night.

GYRE & GIMBLE MIX

This is a mix I made of music suitable for all your gyreing and gimbling needs. 

"`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe."

Jabberwocky
-Lewis Carroll-

Planet Love Mix - DJChris

Here's a short (15") DJ mix from some years ago with a bit of a Gaian message amid some trancey old school tracks.

Click on the DivShare logo if you want to download...

Great Astaire-Charisse Dance Duet

HAKUSANRISE

DJ Chris dawn set at Rainbow2000's Hakusan party back in the late 20th century.

I have been told many times that this was one of my more inspiring sets, so I think it's a good thing to offer for Xmas listening. Lots of simultaneous playing of 2 or more tracks... I'd place it in a genre I'd call Energetic Chillout..

DJChris Classical Concert Mix

One of the most interesting DJ gigs I have had was when I was invited to perform with the New Japan Philharmonic Orchestra in a concert hall in Tokyo. Three DJs were asked to perform live, mixing whatever they chose together with the orchestra. I cannot remember the names of the other two DJs at the moment, but the three classical pieces chosen were a Satie "Gymnopedie", Ravel's "Pavanne Pur Une Enfante Defunte" and, in my case, the prelude to Wagner's opera "Parsifal".  I'll post that track later.

I was asked to do a DJ mix during the intermission,  which lasted for about 50 minutes.  I chose pieces of electronica which I thought might appeal to people who appreciated classical music, namely works of interestingly complex polyphony or harmony.  I also mixed in quite a few samples and extended pieces from the classical repertoire. The resultant mix includes pieces by Gurdjieff, Alquimia, The Irresistible Force, Future Sound of London, Monteverdi, Richard Strauss, Pete Namlook and Beethoven,among others.

Among the more successful blends, in my opinion, were the Monteverdi soprano duet "Venite, venite" over a rolling piece whose name I have forgotten, and the final mix of Namlook's "Silence" with the slow movement of Beethoven's last string quartet.  The Schwarzkopf sample from Strauss' "Morgen" works pretty well too, I think.

See how you like it. I recommend a fairly high volume, as some of the pieces project a vast soundscape.....

Best of Autotune The News - 3 Mixes

Hang Drum Shpongled

This is the kind of performance for which the term "sui generis" is reserved...

Manu Delago performs with seemingly endless rhythmic inventiveness on the Hang drum with Shpongle at a concert in London's Roundhouse .

Martin Case and J.B.S. Haldane)

I recently came across this anecdote about my Uncle Martin, a man I wish I had known better.  Attending Cambridge on a music scholarship (his Bach was excellent), he was a protege of J.B.S. Haldane (“The Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose.” ), took a double first in biochemistry, worked closely with Haldane during the war, the two of them using themselves as guinea pigs in experiments to determine effects of submarine oxygen deprivation, and disappeared off to Africa...
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The loyalty which he engendered among both students and colleagues, the alarm which he aroused among more conventional members of the University, and much of his own individual eccentricity, were all revealed after one of the students living at Roebuck House had been charged with dangerous driving. The chief prosecution witness was a night watchman most of whose daytime hours were known to be spent in one particular public house. “If you care to leave this to me,” said Haldane on hearing the details, “I think I see a possible course of action that might just . . .” Nothing more was said. 

“My case,” says the student concerned, “was the first to be heard on the afternoon of the momentous day. The customary mumbo-jumbo was enacted and in due course the prosecution called their chief witness. A shambling, bleary scarecrow stumbled into the box, and a kind of frisson that I imagine was experienced by everyone in the court proclaimed that there was some sort of unusual element in this situation. 

“With fantastic difficulty he was processed through the routine of the oath, identification and soon. Then, when requested to give his version of the incident under enquiry, he goggled wildly around him, mouthing tremulously and soundlessly. The question was repeated. He made a gigantic effort, clutched the front of the box, and blurted out: ‘Ecumupthcillikefuckinellanwentarscovertip.’ That was the exact word, as it came out, all in one gobbling splurge. It impressed itself indelibly on my memory at the time, and I have never forgotten it. 

“An official said sternly: “You cannot say that sort of thing here. Kindly tell us what happened in a way that the Court can accept as evidence.’ 

“This seemed to incense the witness, in so far as it was possible for anything to make any kind of impression on him. He belched violently, retched, and repeated in precisely the same manner, except that this time it was several times as loud: ‘ Ecumuptheillikefuckinellanwentarseovertip . I’vetoldyeronce-aven’tl? ’ 

“He then sank to the floor of the witness-box, from which he had to be extricated like a winkle. The remains were shovelled as expeditiously as possible out of the door of the courtroom. Everybody was too incredulous and flabbergasted even to laugh. The case was dismissed, and so was I. 

“I didn’t see J.B.S. until that evening at home. He had gone to the lab in the afternoon, had not bothered to attend the judicial proceedings, and was curious to know how they had gone on. After I had finished telling him he looked a trifle dissatisfied, and said in a rather disappointed voice: ‘Oh dear, he managed to get to the court, did he?” 

Haldane then haltingly recounted how he had gone at opening time to the public-house, taking the morning off from the lab to do so; had identified that most regular and reliable of the pub’s customers, the night watchman had got into conversation with him, proffered refreshment and been gratefully accepted as god-sent mug and providential perpetual host for the entire bibulous session. He had plied his victim relentlessly with booze for nearly three hours, being (he confessed rather ruefully) “compelled himself to indulge somewhat more profusely than was his wont on an ordinary week day morning,” and had finally quitted the premises about an hour before they were due to shut, leaving behind him in the Public Bar a carcass which he felt would be incapable of performing any act of its own volition for several hours to come. 

“I was speechless with admiration and with gratitude,” says Martin Case, the student concerned. “However, Haldane wasn’t Haldane and Scottish for nothing. ‘Don’t be too effusive in your thanks,’ he said, ‘until this little corollary has been adjusted!’ and he produced from his pocket a tattered old envelope on which he had meticulously entered, item by item as they mounted up, every expense incurred on behalf of both parties to the morning’s orgy, “It was a fairly staggering total, but even so not to be compared with the fine that would doubtless have been incurred, to say nothing of the odium attaching to a conviction.” 

CMC Photos of India

Here a few pix taken years ago on several trips to India..